-Elizabeth-
As we finished lunch, I couldn't shake the feeling that something bigger was happening. My father's words stirred an unsettling feeling within me. But I quickly brushed it off, knowing that this time, my father, Oliver, and Zayn did a marvelous job finding not a psycho but a dazzling young CEO worth my father's chair.
The afternoon sun filtered through my apartment windows, casting warm golden rays onto the cluttered coffee table. I had just come back from work, and I couldn't focus on anything after lunch with my dad, a meeting that left me swirling in a mix of anxiety and reflection. He had been uncharacteristically quiet, his usual probing questions replaced by distracted musings on his workplace dramas. But all I could think about was the upcoming banquet and the mysterio
